| I’ve got cash and prizes more than a man could dream
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| I’ve got a hundred houses, some that I’ve never seen
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| I’ve got walls of paintings high as the Hoover Dam
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| I’ve got cash and prizes, but I don’t know who I am
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| I’ve got a thousand people act on my every word
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| Point at the sky above me, and I own every bird
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| I’ve got a wife who holds me in her diamond-studded hands
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| I’ve got cash and prizes, but I don’t know who I am
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| I’ve got buildings, I’ve got planes
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| That light the skyline with my name
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| I am everywhere but here
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| A colossus on the index, but touch the cancel key and I just disappear
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| I’ve got cash and prizes 'cause I’ve got the stuff it takes
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| I’ve got a Rolls-Royce running just 'cause I love the sound it makes
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| But cash and prizes I guess is all that they can see |